A/N: sooo... I decided to continue the story with it's original plot. After giving it many thought, I realized that this story is MEANT to be quite difficult to read. It is supposed to be filled with angst and drama. It's this way because the happy ending will be that much more beautiful. (You guys know I will give her a happy ending!) I want to thank Lady Arwen of Elves for her review, letting me know that I should write the story as I see it and not to please everyone! I truly can't please you all... everyone is different! I just hope you guys enjoy the rest. Thank you so much for sticking with me! Please let me know how you feel about this chapter :)
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EPOV:
"So, what do you wanna do later, bro?" Emmett asked as we hopped in his Hummer, our clothes reeking of sweat and autumn rain. Football was a lot of fun, but I was officially warn out. I couldn't wait to step in the hot shower.
"Doesn't matter to me. What do you have in mind?"
"We can hangout at my place and watch movies. Maybe go to the diner."
"That's cool with me."
We pulled into my driveway, and I was disappointed to see my car wasn't there. I would have thought Bella might be home by now. We were playing football for over 3 hours.
"Alright, I'll text you in a few hours about tonight," I said. He gave me a fist bump and I hopped out of the car, already pulling my phone out of my pocket to call Bella as I walked into the house.
I was immediately met with the voice of the operator, telling me the call could not be completed. I scowled, not liking this at all.
"Anyone home?!" I yelled into the house.
"Yeah!" Alice's voice came from upstairs. I jogged up to her room, having a bad feeling in the pit of my stomach.
"Where's your car?" She asked from her bed, flipping through channels on the TV.
"Bella took it to Jacob's, he called and said his Dad had news about Phil. But she's not back yet, and I'm worried, and her phone isn't working. Can I try to call her off yours? Maybe mine is just acting up or something," I pleaded. Alice nodded and handed it to me, a frown on her face. She was worrying, too. Twin telepathy.
The operator spoke into my ear, yet again, and I tossed Alice's phone back onto the bed in disappointment.
"Can you drive me to Jacob's? I want to make sure she's okay."
"Of course. Let's go." She hopped up right away, scurrying into a pair of tattered moccosins. We hurried to the garage, Alice revving her BMW to life, flooring it down the driveway.
"Do you remember how to get there?"
"Yes, it's in the history on my GPS," I explained, searching through my phone with shaky hands. Once I found the address, I allowed the voice of the GPS to take over. I stared out the window, trying to take deep breaths. I prayed nothing happened to her. I should have gone with her. My mind kept thinking the name that I never wanted to hear again: Phil. Was he a part of this?
"Relax, Edward, everything will be okay," Alice soothed, sending me a sad smile.
"I have a bad feeling, Al," I muttered, pinching the bridge of my nose.
"Just take a few deep breaths. I have a water bottle there, too, if you need it."
I did as she said, but nothing helped. The only thing that could make this better would be holding Bella in my arms, knowing she is safe.
"You're not relaxed, Edward," she sighed.
"How can I be?! I couldn't bear if something happened to her."
"Don't be so pessimistic!"
I didn't say anything else, not wanting to upset myself even more. I just stared out the window the rest of the ride.
We pulled into his driveway, where my Volvo sat front and center. So, she was here. Why wasn't her phone working, then? I furrowed my brows in confusion as I exited Alice's car, striding to the front door. I knocked loudly as Alice joined me on the tiny porch, biting her lip in anxiety. I didn't hear anything coming from inside. I knocked again. Nothing.
"I don't think anybody is in there," she whispered.
"Where are they, then?" I demanded, trying to look through the glass at the top of the door. I saw no movement coming from the inside of the house. There seemed to be one small light on in the entire place.
"Maybe they went for food or something like that? You never know," she suggested.
I shook my head. "Bella would have kept tabs with me. She knows I... worry."
She scoffed. "Worry? More like overprotective babboon."
"Alice," I groaned. "This is no time for jokes. I just don't feel right about this."
"What should we do, then? Her phone isn't working, so how would she have been able to keep tabs with you?"
"She knows my number. She would have used Jacob's phone."
"Do you have his number?" She asked, looking up at me with hopeful eyes. I sadly shook my head, but then a beautiful idea came to my head. I don't have his number, but Leah might. Jacob did say that he knew her.
"Alice, text Leah and ask her if she has Jacob's number. He mentioned he knows her the first time I met him."
Alice nodded, getting to work right away. I crept around the house, looking inside through the dusty windows while I waited for a response from Leah. I didn't see anything out of the ordinary inside, but the knot in my stomach told me that something really wasn't right.
"Edward!" Alice called, running towards me, her cheeks stained red from the chilly winds coming from the ocean, which was not even a mile away. "Leah sent me his number."
I whipped my phone out of my pocket, plugging in the number that Leah had sent. I called right away, praying he picked up.
"Ah, this is Edward, correct?"
"Jacob? How did you know it was me? Where are you and Bella?"
"I took your number from her phone before I destroyed it. Her and I are a little busy right now, but I guess I have a few moments to chat. So, how did you get my number? Did you take it from Bella's phone after we met? Oh, I bet Leah gave it to you."
"What the fuck do you mean 'destroyed her phone'? What is going on?" I snapped, glaring at the air in front of me. Alice looked at me with questioning eyes. I put the phone on speaker, not wanting to leave her out. I needed her, after all.
"Well, I'm taking her to reunite with Phil, of course. He has been incredibly excited to see her and... bond with her, just like he used to before she fucking left him to be with you."
I felt my blood run cold, anger surging through me like an adrenaline rush. I wanted to speak - to yell at him and demand he returns her to me - but my mouth was suddenly far too dry to even form words. No, this can't be happening. No fucking way. I just got her in my fucking life. They are not taking her away from me. I could feel the pain soaring through me in a milisecond, my heart shattering in my chest. I needed her back.
Instantly, I found my voice, and it dripped of complete venom, my hands shaking in relentless fury that wouldn't go away until I killed the both of them.
"You listen here, little fucker. You bring her back to me, totally unharmed, or you will face a hell worse than you could ever fucking imagine, got it? Don't you dare fucking touch her, mongrel. Am I clear?"
He began laughing loudly. "Ah, you're funny, Edward. Well, she's not coming back to you ever again, and if you try to get in the way of Phil, you will fucking die faster than you can blink those pretty green eyes of yours, got it? Oh, and about touching her, it's a little too late for that. You really know how to pick 'em, Edward, she was incredibly tight. Thanks for sharing her with me." The line disconnected, indicating he hung up.
I saw red, and before I knew what was happening, I was punching my hand into the side of the tiny house, not paying attention to the cracking noises that filtered into the air around us. I thought that I would never experience pain and rage as intensely as the night I found Bella beaten in her house, but this was way worse. I couldn't comperehend what I was doing or what I was feeling. It just fucking hurt all over.
"Edward, stop!" Alice sobbed, her voice shrieking in anxiety.
"He fucking touched her, Alice! He invaded her! I'm going to fucking kill him! I'm going to rip his fucking head off!" I yelled at nobody in particular, wishing the sound could float so far that Jacob could hear, wherever that may be.
"Calm down, we need to focus on getting her back!" She cried. I looked over to see tears and black makeup streaming down her face, her lips quivering in fear. She glanced at my hand, and that was when I felt the searing pain. Blood poured out of my knuckles, the bones looking a bent and purple.
"I'll call Dad to come for your hand, you call the cops," she breathed while finding her phone.
"9-1-1, what is your emergency?" A young woman's voice picked up.
I didn't want to even fucking say it, but I swallowed the agony and let it out. "I need to report a case of kidnapping... And, I think a sexual assault."
"What's your name, son?"
"Edward Cullen," I mumbled as I placed my back against the house and sank down to my knees, hugging them to my chest tightly as if I could hold myself together.
"Okay, what happened?"
"My girlfriend's stepfather was abusive, and she's recently moved in with me, while he ditched town and went missing. Now, her cousin is taking her to him at this very moment. I think he... raped her, too." Tears began flowing down my face, and I swallowed the sob that was racking my frame. I had to get through this call, for Bella, even though it tore me apart.
After providing more information about the situation to the operator, she said officers were on their way to Jacob's house.
After hanging up the phone, I hid my head between my legs and began to sob, the sound echoing all aorund me. I was aware of Alice sitting next to me, wrapping her tiny arms around me and resting her head on my shoulder. She was talking, but I wasn't registering any of the words. I couldn't comprehend anything other than a scorching fire that burned my heart to a crisp. My entire frame shook with despair, despite Alice holding me close to her.
2 cop cars arrived, with 2 cops in each. 3 of them were men, 1 was a woman. They approached Alice and I warily.
"Are you okay, son? Your hand looks severly injured," one of the men called. He was tan with dark hair, similar to Jacob's appearance, but not as tall.
"My Dad can fix that, he's a doctor and he's on his way. Please, just focus on my Bella, please," I croaked pathetically.
The woman knelt down so she was eye level to me. She was younger, maybe in her thirties, with very pale skin and icy blond hair. She looked at me with pity in her eyes and smiled a sad smile. She felt sorry for me. "We will do everything we can, dear. Just fill us in as much as you can."
I spent the next 15 minutes describing the entire situation with as much detail as I could muster - starting from the night I found her beaten in her house. All 4 cops took notes while I spoke, their attention completely on me. Alice filled in whenever she could, but was mostly silent, crying quiet tears the whole time.
"Edward?! Alice?!" I heard Mom's voice from the driveway. Her and Dad jumped out of Dad's Mercedes and sprinted over to us, Dad clutching a medical bag to his chest. They ran over to us, kneeling down so they were eye level with Alice and me, who were still plopped on the ground against the house.
"Let me see your hand, Edward," Dad mumbled, gingerly touching it and examining it. I hissed in pain when he touched it, the contact making my bones ache even more than they already were.
"I suggest you take your son to the hospital right away while we get to work on this case. We will start by attempting to track the cell phone that Jacob was using to talk to you with," one of the cops said. He was only a few years older than me, but seemed very mature and serious about his job. He didn't look like someone you want to fuck with.
"I'm not going anywhere until Bella is back," I declared.
Mom wrapped her arms around me, tears flowing down her face. "Edward, honey, you have to get your hand fixed up. It's definitely broken. Dad will do it no problem. This is a job for the police, not you."
"I don't care, Mom! I need to help somehow, I can't just... just sit around while she's out there, God only knows what is fucking happening to her at this very moment!" I bellowed, feeling the sobs begin to consume me again. Mom said nothing, just cradled me in her arms as I hid my face from everyone.
"Son, we will do everything we can right away. You can even come back to the station after your trip to the hospital. I don't know your girlfriend, but I doubt she would like the fact that you're refusing to get help for your injury," one of the older cops uttered. I scowled up at him, not enjoying the fact that he was right.
I sighed before slowly rising to my feet and shuffling towards the driveway, my family and the cops in tow.
I asked the police woman to write my phone number in her notepad. "Please, if you find anything while I'm gone, call me." She smiled sadly and nodded, tucking the paper safely in her pocket.
Mom drove my car back to the house, while Alice drove hers and I rode with Dad to the hospital.
"Edward, please try to stay calm," he urged as he zoomed down the street.
"How, Dad?! Would you be calm if this shit was happening to Mom?"
He visibly cringed at the thought of it, and I knew my answer. "I understand this is hard for you, but we will get her back, okay? Don't ever give up. Ever. We will all do whatever it takes. We love her all the same."
Once again, I began to cry. The anxiety was rolling off me in waves stronger than the ones produced by the ocean. I could feel the anger and sadness sitting on my chest like a 60 pound dumbell. It almost hurt to breathe. "I can't live without her. I... I don't know what I would do if we didn't get her back." My words were barely audible through my sobs.
But, Dad understood. He always does. He patted my back affectionately. "Don't think like that, son. It does more harm than good."
We arrived at the hospital right away. Even though Dad wasn't on the clock, he refused to let anyone else cater to me. He changed into a spare pair or scrubs from his trunk and speedily wrapped my hand in a cast. He gave me a bottle of pills for the pain. But, these pills weren't for the type of pain that I needed them to ease.
"Can you drop me off at home so I can get my car and drive to the La Push police station? I want to see how far they've gotten," I asked Dad.
He shook his head. "No, Edward, not with your hand the way it is. We will stop at home and pick up Alice and your Mom and we can all go together. We're a family, and Bella is a part of it, and we will get through this together."
Alice and Mom came outside and hopped in the car the second we pulled into the driveway. Mom had taken the liberty to print various pictures of Bella to give to the cops.
Alice sat in the backseat with me and immediately rested her head against my shoulder, looking for comfort. I sighed heavily and patted her knee. Nobody spoke the entire way to La Push. There was really nothing to say.
"Have you found anything?!" I inquired as we were led to the back corner of the tiny station, where the same 4 cops were crowded around computers and monitors.
"It seems as though Jacob destroyed the phone he was talking to you with. We can't track it at all. We aquired Phil's phone number as well as Billy Black's, but those phones were destroyed, as well. Now, we are working on finding any of their cars. We found Jacob, Billy, and Phil's license plate information as well as car registrations. The only problem is that Jacob's car was still on the Black's property when we got there. So, that one is ruled out," the older cop explained.
"We did find that Phil was an only child, so they made up the whole 'cousin' charade. Obviously, as a way to get Bella to trust them," the female added.
"I've brought pictures of our Bella, to help you guys with the search," Mom mumbled sadly as she plopped a few photos onto the table. Tears blurred my vision as I gazed at them, seeing my Bella's beautiful smile and twinkling brown eyes staring back at me. One of the pictures was from yesterday. It was Bella and I in our fancy clothes, posing for a photo in front of Grandma and Grandpa's fireplace. Oliver was in the background, looking up at Bella for the attention she kept showering him with throughout the day. Mom insisted we capture the moments of the day with family. We both looked so irrevocably happy, our smiles bursting with joy and love. It was hard to believe this was just yesterday. I felt like she's been missing forever.
"She is very lovely," the female cop muttered. I nodded in agreement.
"From our experience and understanding, we don't think he will kill her. He had a chance to for many years, and obviously did not take it. In a twisted, way, he enjoys having her around. He needs having her around to fuel his ego. He likes the power, the control. We will fax these pictures of her over to all the local news stations as well as police stations. I'll make sure Bella's story is all over the news bright and early tomorrow morning, and every police station nearby is aware of the situation. Everyone in Washington will be alerted to be on the lookout for her. I've already found pictures of Phil from the news reports from a month ago, when he took off, so we will also be sure to include those," the younger, male cop placed them in a fax machine and began typing away on it.
"What else can we do?" I demanded.
"Right now, not so much. This case is barely 2 hours old, so we don't have much right now. We will continue to work diligently," the female cop said.
They finally introduced themselves, since I would obviously be seeing a lot of them until we found Bella. The female was named Kate, the young male was Paul. Sam was one of the quieter ones, who seemed to be in his early 40's. The eldest was named Harry.
"Paul and I will be heading further onto the reservation tomorrow to talk with people who knew Jacob and Billy. This is a very close-knit community, so we know exactly who to talk to. Maybe someone out there knows something," Sam said.
"Do you guys know Jacob and Billy, then?" Dad asked.
Paul scoffed. "Yeah, and this doesn't surprise us. They're known around here to be little arrogant bastards. Not many people are fond of them."
"Did you know they were close with Phil?" Mom asked.
"We knew they all knew each other, but we didn't think they were close enough to be involved in something like this," Sam explained.
"Well, you thought wrong," I mumbled angrily.
"Edward," Mom began to scold. "Please show some respect. Everyone is doing what they can."
I rolled my eyes, pinching the bridge of my nose in sheer frustration.
"Why don't you all go home and get some rest? We will continue to do our best. We will be sure to call you, Edward, if something comes up," Harry said.
"I don't want to leave. I have to help...somehow," I said. How could I go home and relax in my warm bed while Bella is most likely being tortured? I resisted the urge to punch the wall again. I didn't need another broken hand.
"Edward, honey, there is only so much you can do, personally. Even if you want to help, you can still go home and brainstorm anything that could assist us. Otherwise, try to rest. You've had a terrible day and you need to recover properly if you plan to continue to help us," Kate said gently, her blue eyes holding that same look of pity again.
"I'm coming back tomorrow morning, right when I wake up, okay?" I said, walking away before any of them had a chance to protest.
My family and I jumped back into the car, heading back to Forks, the sun setting in front of us. I stared at my hands the entire ride, wishing they were wrapped around the neck of Phil Dwyer.
"I'm going to be in my study, doing research on Phil. I'll find what I can," Dad announced before walking inside, his shoulders slumped in sadness. Mom placed one hand on my back and one on Alice's as she shuffled us into the house.
"Emmett, Rosalie and Jasper are coming over, Edward. We're all gonna sit down and think of anything we can. We're gonna find her, together."
My friends came over not even 15 minutes after we returned from La Push. Rosalie had tears running down her cheeks, and Emmett and Jasper were pale and wide-eyed, as if they had just seen the most terrifying ghost. Sadly, this situation was much worse than a supernatural force. All 3 of them wore looks of pain and fear on their faces.
"Edward, we're so sorry, dude. We're gonna find her, okay? I got some really good information from my Dad," Emmett whispered in my ear as he gave me a hug. I wanted to cry the minute his arms wrapped around me, but I held it together. I had to try to be strong if we were all gonna work together.
"What do you have, Em?" I asked as the 5 of us sat in the living room. Mom ordered pizzas for us before joining Dad in his study, helping him with some research.
Emmett pulled a black notebook from his backpack.
"My Dad graduated with Phil from Forks High School, the same year and everything. They've kept contact here and there throughout the years, so as soon as Alice called and told us what happened, I legitimately interviewed my Dad on everything he knows about Phil."
I nodded eagerly, hoping some of the information would help at all.
"I'll read off all the bullet points I jotted down. Phil had a girlfriend in Port Angeles, her name is Bree Tanner, so she might know something. Also, Phil mentioned to my Dad about possibly buying a small lakehouse somewhere for fishing, so you can have the police look into that, but my Dad doesn't know if he ever went through with it. My Dad also said that Phil is very close with the nighttime bartender at 'Corked' over on 6th street, so he might have some good insight."
Emmett actually had some solid information, and I thanked him profusely before whipping out my phone and calling the La Push police station. I relayed the new information to Sam, and he said they would look into all of the bullet points right away. They said they would start at the bar, since it's right here in Forks. They were sending Kate and Harry over right away to speak to the bartender.
I ran my hands through my hair in distress as I sat back in the living room. My sister and our friends just looked at me with pity in their eyes.
"Please try to stay positive, Edward," Rosalie urged from her spot in Emmett's lap.
"How?" I snorted.
"The cops seem to know what they're doing so far, and we have some great leads from Emmett's Dad. There's so many of us that are willing to do anything to get her back," Jasper assured, his voice soft and hesitant. I knew he was expecting me to just lash out and flip the fuck out. I think I felt too numb at the moment for any of that.
"Yeah, Edward," Rosalie added. "We all love her, too, ya know."
I sighed deeply, running my hands through my hair. I felt like pulling it all out. "You guys just don't understand what I'm feeling right now."
"I know, but we definitely feel a good portion of it. You think we don't wanna kill all 3 of these dickheads? I would glady go to jail for Bella, dude. She doesn't deserve this fucked up bullshit!" Emmett was yelling now, balling his hands into huge fists beside him. Rosalie shushed him gingerly and kissed his forehead. I was rather shocked at his outburst. He was rarely serious or violent.
The pizza arrived soon, but most of it went untouched. I felt bad that Mom payed for it, but nobody had much of an appetite at the moment. I already felt like throwing up the small amount of food in my system from this morning. I couldn't stomach anything else.
Jasper, Rosalie, Emmett and Alice declared they were not going to leave me alone tonight. We were going to camp out in the basement, together. They felt I needed to be surrounded by everyone I loved. Part of me wished they would just leave me the fuck alone. Another part of me was grateful they cared so much. Another part of me knew I needed them, anyway.
I suddenly remembered Leah, and decided I would get her number from Alice and text her.
I asked Leah some questions throughout the night while we sat on the couches in the basement. It was slowly getting late, but I knew none of us would sleep tonight. Leah ended up giving me her brother, Seth's, cell phone number since he knew Jacob much more than Leah did. I was sick of the slow pace of text messaging, so I called him.
"Hello?" He answered. He sounded a few years younger than me.
"Hi, it's Edward, Leah's friend."
"Oh, hey, she said something about you calling me. I'm really just freaking out over the situation. I've known Jacob for years, and even though he was kind of menacing, I never thought he'd do this. I'll do anything to help."
"I just want to know if you know anything about Jacob and his Dad that could help us? Do you know where they could have taken her?"
He sighed. "That's tough to say. I know that the two of them used to do a lot of fishing along the whole Washington Coast, sometimes even hitting Oregon up. Pretty sure they went a lot with Phil."
"Have you ever met Phil?" I asked.
"Yeah, once, about a year ago. Really didn't say much to me."
"Do you think they took Billy's car? Because Phil's been gone for a month, and Jacob's is still at his house."
"Oh my gosh!" He suddenly exclaimed. "The other car!"
I sat up immediately upon sensing the excitement in his voice. "What do you mean?" I pressed.
"Jacob had an old BMW from the 80's in his garage. He was always secretive about it. He would work on it constantly, but never let anyone see it. I got annoyed one time and just peaked through the window and saw it. I never understood why he kept it on the down low like that, but now it makes sense. He wanted to take Bella in a car nobody knew about. I doubt that thing even has registration or a real fuckin' plate, for that matter. It's been sitting in there for a while. I don't think he knows I've even seen it."
"This is fucking great, Seth! Do you know the exact version and color?" I hopped up and grabbed a pen and notepad from the bar in the basement, getting ready to jot down the new information.
"Yeah, I love old cars like that so I fell in love with it. It was an '83 3 series- an E21. It was a light tan color, like a champagne or whatever they call it these days."
"I wrote it all down. Thanks, dude, I appreciate it. Is there anything else?"
"Not off the top of my head, but I'll keep thinking and let you know if I come across anything. Good luck, dude, keep me posted. I'm really sorry about all this."
"Thanks, man. I'll talk to ya later."
"Cool."
I hung up, beaming at my friends, who were looking at me with anticipation on their faces. I relayed the information from Seth, and they cheered in excitement, their faces lighting up.
"This is really good stuff, man. Call the station and tell them everything Seth told you. I know it's late, but someone might be there," Jasper advised.
Thank God, Sam and Paul were still there. They said they were waiting for Harry and Kate to come back from the bar before they called it a night and left the station. I told them about the car, and they were absolutely thrilled with the new information. They were going to stop at the Black's on the way home to look in the garage. We would know what car Jacob took Bella in if the BMW was still there or not.
I also gave them my phone number, so they could call or text me right when they went to see if the car was still there.
"I need a fuckin' drink," I announced when I hung up the phone with them.
"No, Edward, you can't! Aren't you on prescription painkillers?" Alice scolded worriedly.
"No, I haven't taken any of them yet." Rosalie instantly pulled a hefty bottle of vodka from her overnight bag, clearly sensing my stress.
"I figured that much," she mumbled. I half-smiled in appreciation and snagged it from her, sipping right out of the bottle. The liquid burned my throat, but I needed any type of escape at the moment.
After continuously swigging from the bottle, the 4 of them suggested I slow down, but I didn't want to. If this could ease the pain at all, then I would gladly drink the whole fucking thing and be sent to the hospital. I didn't give a fuck at this point.
An hour later, I was pretty drunk. "Hey, guys, remember how cute Bella always was when she was wasted?" I laughed at the memories.
They eyed me warily, clearly concerned for my well-being.
Emmett chuckled softly. "I've never seen someone get so excited over such random shit! Bella is my favorite drunk person, ever."
"Yeah, she's a lot of fun," Jasper muttered, snickering lightly.
"I can't believe I let this happen," I choked as I looked at my hands, unsure of what to do.
"What do you mean?" Alice asked, cocking her head to the side in confusion.
"I promised her - time and time again - that I would never let anything happen to her ever again. That I would always protect her and take care of her. I let her down. I had one job - to keep her safe - and I fucking failed! How could I be so stupid?! Why did I let her go there without me?! Right now, at this moment, she needs me and I'm here, instead, getting drunk and doing nothing about it! I'm such a fucking idiot!" I was losing it, I was beginning to see red again. I began pacing the room. Emmett and Jasper stood simultaneously and eached placed a hand on my shoulder, providing pressure in order to usher me back onto the couch.
"This is not your fault at all! It's HIS fault! There is nothing any of us could have done. Please, Edward, try to understand that," Rosalie pressed, her eyes pleading. Tears were building in them, about to fall onto her cheeks any second. I shook my head, squeezing my eyes shut.
"If I was a better boyfriend, she would be here right now, where she's safe."
"How could you fucking say that, Edward?! After everything you've done for her?! If it wasn't for you, she would still be living with him, bruised and broken and depressed! You are an amazing boyfriend, and NONE of this is your fucking fault!" Alice snapped, her voice raising many octaves. She began to sob, burying her face in the crook of Jasper's neck. He rubbed her back slowly, whispering "hush, sweetie, it's gonna be okay."
"I just... I can't take this! I miss her! She's my sister and I need her here, too," she hiccupped through the dangerous sobs. Jasper kissed her forehead and stroked her cheek, offering her a sad smile.
"I know, Ali, but they will find her."
Suddenly, my phone began to blare in my pocket. All of our heads snapped up as I fumbled with the touch screen. It was an unknown number from La Push. Most likely one of the cops.
"Hello?"
"Edward, it's Paul. We're at Jacob's now, and the old BMW isn't on the property. We're sending a memo out to keep an eye out for it. We got a call from a police station in Ryderwood that Phil's car was found abandoned in a motel parking lot there. That's about 3 and a half hours southeast from here, so we at least know what direction he headed when he first left. Also, Kate and Harry got some fairly helpful information from the bartender at 'corked.' They can tell you about it first thing in the morning, but we're all headed home for the night. Gotta rest if we're gonna find her."
I rubbed the back of my neck, my heart pounding in hope. I was elated at the news, a huge smile growing on my face.
"Do you think he's in that area?"
"Most likely not. The staff at the motel said he checked out about 3 weeks ago. He either got picked up by someone, or hitchiked somewhere. This is good stuff, though."
"Good, I'm glad, thank you guys."
"Edward, are you drunk?" He was honestly chuckling. I was trying not to slur, but I couldn't help it at this point.
"Why do you ask?"
"You're underage and talking to a police officer on the phone." He was laughing even harder now. I heard Sam chuckling in the background.
"Well, you 2 would be complete dickheads to enfore a stupid law on someone who decided to get drunk the night his fucking girlfriend is kidnapped," I seethed.
"Relax, man, we're fucking with you," he laughed again. "See you in the morning." He hung up before I could even respond.